Prior Consent

Jemma/Tony Stark

IronScientist

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a continuation of "Prior Consent," Chapter 19 of the Soulmate Shorts posted by Ozhawk under that title on both and AO3. She wrote the first chapter; I wrote, and she edited, the rest. It should be obvious, but neither Ozhawk nor I own any part of the MCU or the characters depicted therein - Disney/Marvel does; we're just playing in their sandbox for a little while.

CONTINUITY NOTE: Takes place after Iron Man 3, after CA:TWS, and between AoS episodes 2.06 and 2.07, after Ward escapes but before San Juan.

NAMING CONVENTION: IMDB notes Henry Simmons' character as Alphonso "Mac" Mackenzie. Fan convention seems to be to spell it "Mack," though, so we've followed that convention in this fic.

This could not be happening. Everyone knew that sex pollen was a myth, a story used to haze rookie agents. There was no documented evidence of its existence. And Form 7A WF 83429 was a stupid joke. Jemma couldn't even remember what she'd scribbled in the box that said 'In the event of your exposure to such chemicals, who do you nominate as your preferred sexual partner?' Because everyone knew sex pollen didn't exist.

Which was obviously why she was now restrained to the bed in the medical bay of the Bus, zip-ties securing her wrists and ankles, thrashing and begging in a high-pitched voice for someone, ANYONE, to fuck her.

Thank God for Agent May, she would think later, who had taken one look at her as she staggered out of the small laboratory they'd just raided and dragged her straight to med bay.

"What happened?"

"Booby trap. Aerosol – went off – don't know what…"

They evacuated before anyone else was affected, boarded the Bus and headed home. Of course, it would normally be Jemma's job to take blood samples for analysis, but since she was the affected party Bobbi took over. She took the samples and left her alone with May, who looked thoughtfully at the way Jemma was shifting uncomfortably around in her clothes, examined her dilated pupils and promptly zip-tied her to the bed.

"It's sex pollen," was all she said. "I'll go check your form."

"It's not sex pollen, that doesn't exist," Jemma said plaintively. "Would you mind fucking me before you go?"

May gave her a wry smile. "I'm locking you in so no one can get to you and you can't get out. Don't want any serious mistakes made we'll all regret later."

Who did I put on the form? Oh please, God, don't let it have been Fitz. Their friendship was on shaky enough ground. It had been so long ago, and she remembered snorting over the form and writing something flippant.

The look on Coulson's face when he came to the door with May told her it had been a flippant answer. Oh no. Please tell me I didn't write Micky Mouse or something…

"Jemma, we've been able to contact your preferred partner. He'll be joining us in about twenty minutes or so. I didn't know you knew – well. Won't be too long, anyway."

"Too long, can't you fuck me until he gets here?" Jemma said desperately.

Coulson fled.

May grinned, came in and shut the door behind her. "Jemma Simmons, I never thought you had it in you." She had a syringe with her, which she connected to the IV Bobbi had put in her arm. A mild cooling sensation washed over Jemma, temporarily reducing the intense, frantic need she felt. "There; that should help for a little while. Tide you over until he gets here."

"Who? What did I write down, I can't remember!" she yelped.

May's smile disappeared. "Are you serious?"

"I thought the form was a fucking joke, I wrote something flippant!"

"Oh, shit," May frowned. "Jemma, you're no longer capable of giving consent…"

"Just tell me who!"

"Jemma, you wrote Iron Man. Who is Tony Stark, of course."

Jemma's eyes went very wide. "Oh my God." She remembered now. It had been just after Iron Man's first appearances. She, like so many others, had been fascinated with the anonymous hero.

"If you don't want to…"

"No. I mean, yes. Look, he's really attractive and I've been crushing on him for years, as you well know."

"Mm-hm." May was biting her lips, clearly trying not to laugh.

"He actually consented?" Jemma couldn't believe it.

"We sent him a picture of you," May failed to suppress a snort of laughter then. "I think he might be lonely now that Potts married Banner. He was suited up and out the door in about fifteen seconds."

That, at least, was a little gratifying. Jemma thought about it while May left her alone. Tony Stark, Iron Man, had dropped everything, jumped into his suit and was zooming even now to her rescue. It might even be sort of romantic if the rescue didn't need to involve having sex. May had told her bluntly that she'd seen this particular chemical before, and while it should wear off in about twenty-four hours, she would become dangerously ill unless she had sex.

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"She's beautiful," Tony Stark, divested of his armour, stood outside the medical bay and stared at the young woman inside. She wasn't aware of him yet, writhing and twisting in the restraints. "You're sure about this? I mean, I'm far from unwilling, but…"

"She identified you on the form," May told him. "And now she's in an altered mental state, anybody else touching her would be non-consensual. It needs to be you."

"Well," Tony shrugged. "Can I take the restraints off her? Not that it might not be fun, another time…"

"Yes, you can, Stark, just get to it. And don't worry. You won't be disturbed."

"All righty then." Tony took a deep breath and slid the door open. The pretty young woman on the bed snapped her head around to look at him.

"I hear you might need some help?"

Golden-brown eyes blinked surprisedly. "That's not at all what I expected you to say," she said in a precise English accent.

Tony's mouth fell open. "But you were expecting someone to say that to you eventually, weren't you?" he moved closer. Reached down to stroke her hair back from her face.

Jemma nodded, staring at him unabashedly. He was even more handsome in person than the countless glossy magazine images she'd pored over in the last few years.

And he was her soulmate.

"Well," Tony shrugged. "It might not be ideal to have to do this within a few minutes of first meeting, but hey, it might eliminate some awkward dancing around, hmm?"

"Shut up and fuck me now," Jemma demanded.

"As you wish…"